"Award ceremony?" Meng Yao read these words thoughtfully.
"At the Huazhong Awards ceremony, according to the information I got, Mirror has been nominated for the Best Actress in Film and Television, so it is very likely to win the award!"
Meng Yao was not unfamiliar with the Huazhong Award. When she thought of this, she thought of that "pile" of trophies. She also felt a slight pain in her arm. She did not have a very good impression of this award.
"I think this award is really useless." Meng Yao said with a bored tone.
Guan Liang suddenly opened his eyes wide: "What do you mean?"
"It is said that things are valuable because they are rare. This award is too cheap."
Guan Liang was silent for a few seconds: "What the hell, this award is not easy at all, it's all because of you..."
"You're too powerful. You treat anyone who wins an award as if it's a joke. If I didn't know you inside and out, I'd probably think you bribed the judges."
"Bribe?" Meng Yao raised an eyebrow. "I really won't buy it. This kind of thing still depends on fate. If I don't have the ability, I will be scolded if I get it. I don't want to live a life where people throw rotten eggs at me."
Guan Liang laughed and praised: "I didn't expect you to be so clear-headed."
Meng Yao's eyes curved slightly, revealing a bit of nonchalance: "And I am confident that I have the ability, this time the award will be mine."
Her tone was casual, but there was a gleam in her eyes, and no one would think she was joking.
"It's good to be confident. If you win the Best Actress award, you will be the best actress. This is what many people dream of. Of course, don't set this as your goal. You still have a long way to go..."
Meng Yao sat for a while and drank her tea calmly.
Guan Liang sat in his office chair, handling affairs, and looked up at Meng Yao from time to time.
"Why don't you go back?"
Meng Yao put down her crossed legs: "I have to wait for Xiao Song for a while. I can't go home without the photos he developed."
Guan Liang couldn't help laughing: "You are not short of money, you can just buy a watch or tie or something like that to get rid of it, why bother with such a troublesome thing?"
"Send away...?" Meng Yao paused as she held the teacup, then slowly lowered her head: "Not really."
When she saw the photos taken by Xiao Song, she really liked them and really wanted to share them with Rong Yan.
"He often sits in the office. Even if he stands in front of the French window and looks down, he can only see tall buildings. I don't know how long it has been since he saw such beautiful natural scenery..."
Guan Liang scratched his head: "You've got this matter, it's not okay for you to take it seriously, but it's also not okay for you not to take it seriously..."
“… As long as the gift giver is happy and the recipient is satisfied, there is no need to be so particular.”
Guan Liang didn't want to get involved in the gift-giving issue between the couple, so he brought up another topic: "When did you start drinking tea?"
Meng Yao turned the cup in her hand over and asked him calmly, "Didn't I drink tea often before? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Does milk tea count?"
“Milk tea doesn’t count?”
This time it was Guan Liang's turn to be speechless. He rubbed his temples: "I can never win an argument with you, but drinking some tea is good, and you should give up milk tea. Female stars should pay attention to body management."
Meng Yao nodded, and naturally agreed to it readily.
After a while, Xiao Song knocked on the door and came in. He took out the photo frame from the paper bag. The photos embedded in it were those landscape photos.
"Sister Meng, I have bought the photo frame according to your instructions."
He paused and said, "But Sister Meng, are you sure you want to give me this gift? Is it not as valuable as a watch or perfume?"
“This is good.”
Meng Yao looked through the photo frame and squinted her eyes slightly: "This photo frame is not very good, it's a bit fancy."
Meng Yao stopped him and said, "No need. I'll go check it out myself. You can focus on your work."
Xiao Song's daily job is to take care of Meng Yao's daily life. He opened his mouth to say something, and then nodded with a smile at Guan Liang's gaze.
"For such an important gift, it's better to prepare it yourself."
Meng Yao was putting the photo frame back into the paper bag. When she heard this, her hand paused slightly, and then she sealed the bag as if nothing had happened.
She picked up the bag: "I'm leaving first."
*
Meng Yao spent a lot of effort in choosing the photo frame. Her eyes were almost dazzled, and she finally picked out one that she was satisfied with.
She felt that since Rong Yun was such a picky person, she had to choose something that would satisfy him.
It was already evening when she came out of the store. As a VIP customer of the store, the shopping guide personally saw her out the door.
Before I had time to feel the fresh air outside, a phone call came in.
It's Rongyan.
When Meng Yao answered the call, she glanced at the time. It was the time when Rong Yan returned home. He probably called because he couldn't see her.
"Hello?"
The wind was quite strong at night, and Meng Yao was not sure whether her voice was unclear when it reached the other end.
"Where are you now?" The other party's voice sounded anxious and panicked.
This kind of voice doesn't seem to be coming from the calm and indifferent Rong Wei, but the fact is that he has heard it more than once.
"I'm out shopping and I'm going back now."
"How are you going to get home?"
"I took a taxi here, and I can just take a taxi back."
The other party was silent for a few seconds: "I am worried about you going back alone, so please go to a nearby store and sit for a while. I will be there soon."
Meng Yao opened her mouth: "You don't have to rush over, I..."
The other party has hung up the call.
Why are you in such a hurry
Thinking carefully, every time I went out alone, Rongyan was always extremely worried and looked uneasy.
Meng Yao glanced at the pitch-black night, and finally did as Rong Ying said.
*
Meng Yao was led by Rong Yan's hand as they walked out of the store. She said, "You don't have to come pick me up. I can just take a taxi back. Although I'm a little bit stupid in life, I'm not so stupid that I don't know how to take a taxi."
Rong Wei glanced at her sideways and said, "Have you forgotten? You got lost here before. You have a poor sense of direction."
Meng Yao coughed twice and said with a little embarrassment: "How can I make the same mistake again and again after making it once? Don't you think so?"
Rong Wei did not reply to her directly, but asked: "Why don't you let the driver take you?"
"I think it's most comfortable to travel alone. I couldn't help it when I had work arrangements, but now that I have some free time, of course I have to choose the way I like best. I still don't like having someone following me."
"Then why don't you learn to drive?"
The original owner actually knew how to drive, but Meng Yao had been traveling through various different worlds for so many years that she had long forgotten these basic skills and was too lazy to pick them up again.
The previous chapter has been modified: the film festival at the end has been changed to an awards ceremony
(End of this chapter)